"What nonsense are you spouting, you vixen? Yang Fugui has his eye on you." Old Madam Zhu panicked and stared at Su Jiaoniang, realizing that what Madam Zhu had said at home earlier made perfect sense.

The scoundrel in front of me is no good. Before the news of the third brother's death came, she pretended to be weak and easy to bully. Women like that are the best at deceiving men. But as soon as she heard that the man was dead, she showed her true colors.

They are essentially vicious and shameless, and you can't be soft on them when dealing with them.

“You need to think before you speak. If all else fails, we can confront Yang Fugui and ask him who he has his eye on,” Su Jiaoniang said, her gaze sweeping over Lu Dashan.

In the original owner's memories, this uncle was very kind and liked to help her, and she still felt a bit grateful to him.

However, Su Jiaoniang, now worldly-wise, knew best that you can know a person's face but not their heart. A person who looks honest and kind may not actually be honest and kind. This uncle liked to help the original owner of this body, but if he accidentally touched her with his little hand, he might inadvertently take advantage of her.

With an honest and simple face, he apologizes immediately after taking advantage of others; who could possibly see through his despicable intentions?

In her past life, she was an Interpol agent and had studied psychological analysis. If Lu Dashan really had a conscience, he would have asked Zhu to find her a "distinguished guest." How could the things her husband did be kept secret?

“My elder brother is here too. I remember my nephew is studying at the county school. What, do you want me to spread the word about what Zhu did?” Su Jiaoniang said, and Lu Dashan’s face instantly turned dark.

Scholars value their reputation most, and now more and more people are gathering on the street to watch the spectacle; who knows, one of them might be his son's classmate.

Lu Dashan was afraid that his eldest son, Lu Daishu, would be affected in terms of reputation.

Just a few days ago, the teacher at the county school praised Lu Daishu for his progress. If he studies for a few more years and lays a solid foundation, he might even be able to pass the imperial examination and become a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the lowest level of the imperial examinations).

Scholar!

If a family produces a scholar, their ancestral graves will be emitting auspicious smoke.

“Sister-in-law, that’s not right. Mother is old and just babbling. Don’t listen to her. Make some money and go home quickly. You can’t leave the children at home without someone to look after them.” Lu Dashan chuckled and reached out his strong hand to pull Old Zhu behind him.

Seeing that Old Zhu was about to speak, he reached out and covered her mouth. The situation was different now; his own child's studies could not be affected.

As for dealing with Su Jiaoniang, there are plenty of ways. A woman raising a child alone has a tough time. With a flicker of his eyes, he pulled Old Zhu away.

When Su Jiaoniang saw Lu Dashan take Old Zhu away, she sneered. She said that Lu Dashan was not honest. What did he mean by not leaving the child at home? If he didn't leave the child at home, how would she earn money to raise the child? Only with money could she arrange the follow-up matters. His words were instigating her, the authoritative child who was the mother.

He carried the basket on his back and walked home.

However, just as she took a step, her elbow was grabbed. Turning around, she instantly saw that the person holding her was a woman wearing a large red flower and with a thick layer of face powder. Struggling to suppress the urge to throw her over her shoulder, she coldly asked, "What's the matter?"

"I just passed by and saw a commotion. Young lady, your husband is gone. Do you want to find another one? Life is so hard for a woman without a man to support her!" The woman with the big red flower lifted her lips, which were painted with bright red rouge.

As she spoke, makeup kept scattering onto the ground.

Su Jiaoniang couldn't help but take a step back to create some distance; she didn't want to breathe in the perfume in the air.

"No need to thank me." Su Jiaoniang quickly left.

Getting married? Being a young widow is great. She can live a good life, raise two children, and that's it. She can spend the rest of her time making money and having fun. Who would be so foolish as to get married?

In this day and age, getting married meant supporting another man, and who knows, he might have several concubines and children, which she would have to support all of them. Just thinking about it was suffocating.

In feudal society, men were considered supreme.

She transmigrated into the world of a widow, gave birth to two children without pain, and lived a carefree life, ruling her own destiny.

The old woman dressed in a big red flower paused for a moment, then chased after Su Jiaoniang's retreating figure.

After taking a few steps, he lost sight of his target, cursed his bad luck, and changed direction.

Su Jiaoniang returned home, closed the door, took out her money bag and started counting her money. She had sold more than forty bowls of ice, which cost about a hundred coins. After deducting the cost of saltpeter, she made a net profit of 70 coins.

Saltpeter can be reused, and with the two taels of silver a month from cold noodles, her fixed income is slowly increasing. Su Jiaoniang, who has a penchant for saving money, feels a bit of happiness in her ordinary life.

"Mother's back?" Little Ya heard the noise and ran out from inside, holding a burnt pancake in her hand.

I glanced at Su Jiaoniang, who was holding a pancake and taking a bite. Her conflicted expression was very obvious.

"How did they get burnt?" Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched. When she left this morning, the pancakes she made were soft, warm, and chewy, but now they looked different.

Xiao Ya lowered her head, her face flushed slightly, and touched her belly: "Mother made it, but Brother Changsheng ate it all. So Xiao Ya made pancakes for Brother, but they burned."

"Finished eating?" Su Jiaoniang was shocked. How could an injured patient eat so much? Moreover, she clearly remembered that when the little bald man first woke up, he pitifully said that he had eaten very little.

Walking into the house, the bald boy lying on the bed recovering from his injuries stared at Lu Futu.

The little Buddha's eyes were cold and indifferent, his thin face full of disapproval of the bald man.

Su Jiaoniang stepped forward and touched Gu Changsheng's soft belly. It wasn't swollen too much, and his complexion was slowly recovering, indicating that his injuries hadn't worsened.

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